Engulfed in Flames

Gasoline lines the floor,
match, ready at hand.
I quiver as it strikes,
the smoke rises up.

Not like me.
I will go down,
don for all my sins,
all the crimes I've easily committed.

The match goes out,
strike another.

Watch the yellow sway,
orange and blue.
Drop it.

Nothing but the silence
of flames engulfing flesh.
I will not let myself cry out,
I will not regret my choice.

Was I really meant to be here?
Everything I've done,
everything I should have done.
That alone is enough to keep me quiet.

Up my shins and to my torso,
flames swallow the guilt.
Seeping through my clothing,
craving to get this done.

Nothing but ashes lying on the floor
mixed with burnt wood and recoiled flesh.
I've gotten everything I deserve,
yet I ended in the wrong place,
the wrong time.
The wrong reason.